This lovely horse has been staying in the old alpaca pens not far from us. She has come to expect a handful of grass as we walk by. Then came the day I took the sheep along. Poor thing became frantic, snorting fiercely and running around so wildly I was afraid she would hurt herself. Hattie, unfazed by all that fury, hurried the nervous sheep on by keeping them as far away in the trail corridor as possible. For a while the horse reacted the same just seeing the sheep in our driveway, but eventually she calmed down as the boys clearly weren't a serious threat. Last time we went by she hung her big head over the fence curiously. The boys walked up to her, just as curious. All was well. Mocha made nose contact with horse. They sniffed each other thoroughly. It was quite a moment. I think she even wanted to walk along with us. She broke out of the pen a few days ago and spent a glorious 18 hours wandering around the neighborhood dining on alfalfa and lush grasses
before her owners came to repair the fence.